Chương 1778: Will

Dyon released another weapon, descending upon the barrier with [Descending Palm], black flames and lightning coating his hands. 

"[Vanishing Fists]!" 

Gears of gold spun in Dyon's eyes, applying [Shrink] several times over and concentrating the already violent blackhole force of [Vanishing Fists] into an even tighter window. 

It felt as though the world had collapsed. A ferocious tearing noise sounded as Dyon's One with Self [Vanishing Fists] finally crumbled the barrier. 

Dyon shot forward once more, not having any idea the level of despair his wives and people were currently facing… 

Dyon was completely unaffected… But this wasn't the case for others… 

Why? Because this entire sequence had taken 12 hours…

And… Before he could even reach Oshire… Another one barrier appeared. Then a second. And a third.